INGLOURIOUS BASTERDS

HUGS

CLIENT: Personal Work

I love hugs.

CONSOLE WARRIORS

CLIENT: Zerofriends

Created to celebrate the 2014 "Console Wars", coinciding with the release of the XBOX-ONE and the PS4.

TU'MORS

CLIENT: Personal Work

Art created for an interactive art/game show called "Tu'Mor Or Not Tu'Mor?" exhibited at Tara McPherson's Cotton Candy Machine Gallery in Brooklyn, NY. Each painting contained a silhouette in an iconic shape, blocking the actual painting from view. The object of the game show was to guess if the actual painting beneath the silhouette contained a tumor, or NO tumors.

THE DREAM GOBBLER

CLIENT: Zerofriends

Ink & Digital.

Here is the story behind the Dream Gobbler, as told by the 9-year old version of me:

"Whenever Uncle Randy returned from "The ‘Boriginies" he would tell me stories about the things he saw and heard. One time he saw leopard as big as an elephant, and another time he learned that if you make the right clicking noise with your throat, you can control ants to do whatever you want.

But this last time, he said he barely made it home alive. When I asked him why, he told me that he was getting his dreams stolen from him, and that “a man who doesn’t dream eventually doesn’t breathe”.

"How do you stop yourself from dreaming?" I asked.

"You can’t…but the Dream Gobbler can."

"The Dream Gobbler", he said, "is a giant monster that lives in the clouds. And even though it’s tried eating every kind of bird and tree and airplane that it comes across, nothing satisfies its hunger like the dreams of humans. And it uses those dreams to change the way it looks, so that no one can recognize it when they look in the sky. So if you wake up and you can’t remember your dreams, perhaps it’s because you got them taken away from you by a hungry Dream Gobbler. And after enough visits….I don’t even wanna think about it."

Since Uncle Randy came home, I now make sure the windows are shut tight at night. Even though it’s really hot usually….”

THE DAY I KILLED MY FATHER

Inspired by a really powerful and sad journal that I found in by the creek behind my studio.There wasn't much in the journal other than this page and a couple of other entries that talked about hating his dad. But here is what this page says:

"October 24, 1987I never really wanted to write anything in here except stories about dragons and Cyclopses and stuff before. But today is different…After I was born my mom produced an overabundance of white blood cells in her body because of a disease. So whenever she would try to eat, the blood cells would think that the food was an enemy, and they would attack the food by making her vomit it up. By the time I was 4, Mom weighed 79 pounds and all she could eat was rice, bananas, and plums. Dad never believed she was sick. He used to say it was ‘cause of guilt for her cheating on him before I was born. He said she felt bad ‘cause she knew in her heart that he wasn’t my real Dad. But Mom never cheated, and Dad was really my Dad. Either way, Dad’s always hated me. So when Mom starved to death when I was 9, Dad started being extra mean to me.He made me mow the lawn every day, which wasn’t that bad, except he made me bite down on a piece of wood to keep my muscles tight while I did it so that I would “get my man-strength”. But all it did was cut my mouth with splinters. He hit me a lot. Mostly when I would talk about Mom, or when I would beg to sleep inside ‘cause it was too cold in the shed. And he would make me shoot things too. “G’head, you point that rifle at them bunnies and you pull that trigger to get some fuckin’ hair on that little girl chest ‘a yours!” So I did it. Bunnies, squirrels, even the occasional cat that hopped our fence just because it was OUR property, he said. And it wasn’t even for food. Dad was a vegetarian. My childhood was disgusting.But after 13 years, I finally rebelled.Today was the day that I killed my father.

October 25, 1987I slept through the night. And for the first time in my life, I remembered my dreams.I dreamt that my life is finally…going to be beautiful."

BUNNYWITH

CLIENT: Personal Work

My longest running joke, "Bunnywith", is simply hundreds of variations of a bunny "with" a variety of things. Over the course of 12 years, Bunnywith has appeared in comic books, web comics, as plush and vinyl toys, and most recently an entire art show dedicated to him.

THE WORLD'S END

SNAKE EYES

CLIENT: Personal Work

Originally displayed in SPOKE ART's "Supersonic Electronic" show, Snake Eyes is a rendition of a story I wrote about an American soldier who was disfigured in a land-mine accident in Vietnam. Read more about the story HERE

DIGESTED CHILDREN

CLIENT: Personal Work

"Letters From Digested Children" pays homage to the children who are eaten by monsters. Each year, thousands of children turn up missing. Some are found. But most, unfortunately, are not. Many of the children are victims of abduction, some are runaways, and a large handful of them . . . have been EATEN by monsters.

Artwork originally displayed as part of my solo art show "Letters From Digested Children" at Upper Playground in San Francisco.

India ink on clayboard.

BLACK + WHITE

CLIENT: Personal Work

Ink on paper.

DEPART FROM ME

CLIENT: Cage. Def Jux

Selected artwork from CAGE's "Depart From Me" album, originally released on Definitive Jux.

THE MARROW

CLIENT: Personal Work

Selected artwork from my solo exhibition "Hiding From The Normals" at Gallery 1988: LA. The collection focuses on monsters and unique creatures that just may be living underneath our feet in a place called "The Marrow."

DISASTER ARTIST

CLIENT: Greg Sestero. Simon & Schuster

Promotional artwork created for Greg Sestero & Tom Bissell's book "The Disaster Artist: My Life Inside THE ROOM", based on the making of the best bad movie ever, "THE ROOM".